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Harry heard the water hit the window in a pattern. A pattern matching a waltz. A waltz playing at a wedding.
His soon to be husband was still in bed, lazy and sated from the morning's orgasms. Harry's chest was filled with only oxygen. It was easy to breathe. It was easy to walk. A while ago, when Harry had asked the questionand and for a second he thought that his darling boy would say No and leave Harry on one knee. That second had felt like he was filled with tungsten.
But Eggsy had spelled the feeling away with one word. A single little word that nearly had Harry laughing out loud in relief and happiness. Luckily he had been able to catch himself and had gripped Eggsy's hand instead just before he had drawn him in and kissed him. Then they had held each other in a lovely embrace.
Lovely Eggsy. Eggsy. Harry's love. Light. Soul. Heart. Life. Warmth. Harry's fiance.